Wednesday we had A.'s overdue annual Dr. check-up and vaccinations. Does that make her sound like a pet? Maybe I should say immunizations. Anyway, this is a before the 2 shots photo. (Pardon the mark on her nose, no it's not a failed piercing, she scratched herself.)
Just imagine the after shots photo as a really red, tear stained face with a slightly betrayed expression. If I understood her doctor correctly, we may not have to get shots again until she's 12. A. was quite pleased to hear that bit of news.
The doctor asked the usual questions but then stumped me a little with the "Is she reading?" question. In my head I was thinking, "Well, she recognizes some words, copy-reads when we read together, but we don't do flash cards and I've never ordered that Hooked on Phonics..."
So I just mumbled, "No, not really...yet."
And I've felt guilty ever since. Sometimes my laid back approach to most things in life comes back to bite me in the bottom. I just figure it's all going to come together and she'll read someday soon. Am I wrong?
After all the doctor visit drama we met Scott for lunch down at the DQ. We had not eaten there in a long time and were taken aback by all the deep fried possibilities. What's that noise? The sound of our cholesterol rising I'm sure (among other things).
Wednesday night around bedtime until Thursday evening Annelise had a fever from one of her shots. Poor thing, she really thought she got the short straw having painful shots, sore legs and a lingering pesky fever.
She could only muster enough energy to sit on the porch and eat some grapes for a little while.
Did you notice that I played around with some effects for a few of these photos? Scott gave me Photoshop Elements for my birthday, but I am ashamed to admit I still have no idea what to do with it. I've played around with it some, but usually end up closing it in frustration. I use Smugmug to store my digital photos online and they offer easy editing through Picnik which I am infatuated to pieces with. One easy click and I'm set. Love that.
I've been tackling the disaster area known as my craft room bit by bit. Several times this week I walked in there, stood in disbelief and fear for a few minutes and fled. Yesterday I worked in there and in A.'s room for a couple of hours just sorting and rotating clothes. You can't really tell though, there's still so much to do. Sigh. I plan on braving it again today.
Since this has been Spring Break, and we haven't had to get up early (though a certain 5 1/2 year old did not get that memo), I have been staying up late. Sadly, not doing anything creative or productive, but watching old episodes of NCIS. I always thought that was just an Old Person (sorry) show like Jag or something and never gave it a thought.
I have a HUGE one-sided crush on Mark Harmon. And the actors that play Tony and McGee, and gothed-out-caffed-up Abby is precious.
I know. I am a dork.